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This cemetery has been
connected to our parish

for almost 200 years.

3:00 am...

the water main broke;
felt like an earthquake.

Coffins were bursting
out of the ground.

Are you all right?

I've had some stomach
problems lately.

This isn't helping.

Last person was buried
here over 50 years ago.

I don't know how you're gonna
figure out who's who.

With burial records,

identification should be
pretty straightforward.

All right, let's see.

Female...

40 to 50 years old,

severe osteoporosis,

dress and jewelry place burial
around the late 19th century.

This one's in pieces.

What's going on here?

Lorraine said you're
giving them church records.

The burial records, Father,
so they can identify

and reinter the remains.

Those records are
my responsibility,
Father Sands.

You're to go through me before
allowing their release.

I'm sorry, Father.
I saw no harm in it.

I still run this parish.

I understand.

I'm Father William Donlan.

This is Dr. Brennan
from the Jeffersonian and...

They can't speak
for themselves?

I'm Dr. Addy.

Are you one
of those priests

who smacks schoolchildren
with rulers?

That's not allowed anymore.

We do need those
burial records, Father.

And since this is a federally
protected historic site--

Fine.
But I'll

to show some respect
for where you are.

This is
consecrated ground.

When did you say the last person
was buried here?

1951.

This is a male,

buried no more than five
years ago without a casket.

That's impossible.

There's evidence of trauma
to the frontal bone.

Looks like a fatal assault.

Arrange for a
forensic team.

Hodgins will want
to collect soil

for bugs and particulates.
I'll call Booth.

I'm afraid your ground
was consecrated

as a crime scene, Father.

You know, the priest
made a complaint.pl

He said that you made fun

of consecrated grounds?
No, I didn't.

Perhaps I was
a bit colorful.
Colorful?

Writerly.

I am a best-selling author,
Booth.

Victim is 30 to 40 years old.

He's an old school priest,
Bones.

So I'm supposed to walk
on eggshells

because someone believes
that a plot earth

has supernatural properties

because they waved
a wand over it?

There's no wand.
The church doesn't use wands.

Fine. Magic water.
Magic...

Holy water.

The terminology makes it real?

Okay, you know, I can't work
with you on this case.

What do you mean?

The victim
was clearly murdered.

We investigate murders--

together.
There's evidence of
blood pooling

on the frontal bone,
and an absence of

concentric fractures.

That requires investigation.

I'm not working
a whole case

with you attacking my beliefs.

You should've just sailed
off with your boyfriend.

Funny. A man who believes
in an invisible super-being

wants to run my
personal life.

Death would have followed
quickly, caused by

craniocerebral trauma.
By the way,

90% of the world
believes in God.

And, at one time, most
people were certain

that the sun revolved
around the earth.

You see what I mean?

I don't think that this
is about religion at all.

We obviously have issues, oksu,

that are affecting
our working relationship.

And you're afraid
to deal with them,

so you just lash out
at my religion.

Can't you just be satisfied

that if I'm wrong about God,
I'll burn in hell?

That's tempting.

Good. Now how about
we get back to work.

You know, I think
we both still want

to find out who
killed this man.

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217 - The Priest in the Churchyard

So

The shovel was found a few feet
from where the water main burst,

buried in a colony of worms.
And they say

Christmas only comes once
a year.

The metal shavings here
match the shovel.

Someone was digging
in the cemetery,

broke the water main,
resurrecting the dead.

And why was someone
digging up the cemetery

at 3:00 in the morning?

Maybe he came back
to dig up the victim?

Move him to another location.

Yeah, or bury someone else.

Dark.

Yeah, and this place
is always so sunny.

Here's our victim.

Found casings from
eastern tent caterpillars

in his eye sockets--
means he was buried
about three years ago.

He has kind eyes.

How do you know
he had kind eyes?

I had to make a choice,

so I chose kind.
And you wonder why I love you.

Is she not fantastic?

You aren't seriously asking me
to be a part of this.

Get your rendering
over to Booth

so they can show the priests.

I am going to go resaturate
the dried blood,

see if it's of any value.

Murder?

I don't believe
it was murder.

It's not a matter of faith,
Father.

The injuries are definitive.

You ever hear of the sin
of pride, young woman?

You could be wrong.

Dr. Brennan here, she's
the best in her field.

He would have been buried
about three years ago.

I've been here for 41 years,

I would know if
someone had killed

and buried a man
in my cemetery.

You seem quite proud yourself.

I don't need to be insulted.

Knock it off.

What?
The rules don't apply to him?

Have you offered your guests

any tea or
snacks, Father?

Isn't that why
you're here?

I see someone wants his roast

dry and
overcooked tonight.

Hi, I'm Lorraine.
I'm the parish administrator.

I have some
refreshments inside.

And Father Matt is there,
if you need to talk to him.

Nicknames for priests.

Last Sunday,

he had the whole congregation
holding hands.

No wonder there's
no respect anymore.

Would you mind
just taking a look

at this sketch
we have here, please?

So, do you, uh,
recognize him?

No... no, I do not.

You're sure?

I'm not senile.

I can name every child
I baptized,

every person I gave
the last rites to,

every plant on these
grounds-- over 200.

That's aconite.

And this is
Origanum vulgare,

and over there
are yew trees.

You know, it was the
Druids who first thought

of the yew tree as sacred.

The Christians
adopted the belief,

claiming it as their own.

Stop...

If there's nothing else,

I'd like to finish pruning.

You go have tea with
the hippie priest.

I've been here three years.

The archdiocese was thinking of
closing the parish;

sent me here to try and breath
some life into it.

I started a sports
program for the boys,

organized singles' dances.

None of this is easy
for Father Donlan to accept.

So you don't believe
in all the...

supernatural mythology he does.

Well, if you're talking
about the Holy Trinity,
the transubstantiation

of the host, and the
resurrection...I certainly do.

But you seem like such
an intelligent man.

You have to excuse her, Father.

No need-- God has a soft spot,
even for the atheists.

I'm telling you,
this is fantastic.

What is it?

She's trying to concentrate,
Booth.

It's an orange-berry pound cake.

I'm sorry.

I don't think
I recognize him.

???

Uh, I've been here...

23 years next month.

My mother died when I was 12;
the parish took me in.

I've been the administrator
for seven years now.

Father Donlan basically
raised Lorraine.

Hey, um... you're not going to
eat that, are you, Father?

No, it's okay, my stomach hasn't
been too fond of me lately.

Then let's get out of your way.

Perhaps a nap

wouldn't be a bad idea.

Is there anyone
else that we can

show the sketch to?
Why don't you bring it

to mass on Sunday--
we could pass it around.

Some of the parishioners

have been there a long time;
you might have some luck.

Are you sure?
Agent Booth,

I'm trying to build
a community here.

If we can't work
together to help

solve a crime like this,
then I'm not doing my job.

It doesn't help the case for
you to insult the priests.

We're supposed to be gaining
their trust, so they'll help us.

Matt wasn't threatened;
you were.

We're definitely not working
well together.

Because you are bossy
and judgmental.

Problems between people,

it's never just
one person's fault.

What about Hitler?
He did pretty well on his own.

Bones, just...

come with me to go see
Dr. Wyatt.

Just once.

No! Therapy is a vague
and inexact process.

The man shouldn't even
be called a doctor.

Well, he helped me.

I mean, are you so threatened
that, uh...

you can't even do a favor
for someone

that you call a friend?

I will speak my mind, Booth.

I will speak my mind.
Okay.

It's 7:30, Hodgins.

Well, maybe the same shovel
was used as the murder weapon.

The metal residue on the skull
is some sort of silver alloy.

You said you were gonna
be finished in a minute.

That was an hour ago.

If I can narrow down the
smelting process of the silver,

I might be able
to figure out

what kind of weapon
we're looking for.

I love it when you
talk about smelting.

Oh, yeah?

Mmm-hmm.

Move in with me.

What?

We already live together;
just... just move in.

No, we don't.

You've taken over my closet.

It's over half-full.

And over half...

is the common law definition
of living together.

I have my own place, Jack.

I need my place.

I need you.

Do I have to throw
cold water on you two?

We were, um, just...

I know. Just try and keep
it off the Internet, okay?

So, I have bad news.

We've all been exposed to
coccidioidomycosis.

A fungal infection

from the graveyard dirt
we've been breathing.

Symptoms include nausea,

weakness, fever...
I feel fine.

Yeah, me too.

...decreased libido.

I'm listening.

We're all gonna get shots.

Yeah, that sounds good.
Very good. Yeah.

Thought so.

She refers to God
as my invisible friend.

You're talking to
somebody who isn't there.
I'm sure the doctor

questions your
little fantasy.

My beliefs aren't at issue here,
Dr. Brennan.

Clearly, she's intolerant
and it's affecting her
working relationship.

Yes, he's very
difficult to work with.

Booth said that you could
fix this.

So...?

"What now is proved
was once only imagined.

"The rat, the mouse,

"the fox, the rabbit--
watch the roots--

"the lion the tiger,
the horse, the elephant--

"watch the fruits.

"The cistern contains,

the fountain... overflows."

What?

Oh, come now.
Surely you get the reference.

William Blake.

Yes. Blake is telling us
that we are all at the mercy

of our fundamental natures.

Which is nonsense,
of course, but...

when we understand our natures,

we understand the
resulting conflicts.

What?

I hate psychology.

As do I!

It applies a patina of science

over what is essentially
a dark and complex

set of roiling unknowables.

You see? What?

You weren't fighting
about religion.

But, that's what Booth said.

Religion provided
the flash point you needed

to expose an
underlying issue.

I will find out
what that issue is,

help you to resolve it,

and set right the balance

of dark and light
in the universe.

Isn't he great?

O God,
the Creator and Preserver

of all mankind, we humbly
beseech Thee for all...

Well, shouldn't Brennan

be here with you...
Shh.

...instead of me?

We're dealing
with a few work issues.

Trouble in paradise?

We're just spending
some time apart.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd like to pray.

Thank you.

Did you two
sleep together?

Do you see

where we are?

You don't talk
like that in church.

What does that lab do
to you people?

It's just...

this feels like
a couples thing,

and now that
Sully is gone...

It's not.

It's a work thing.

And so is us being here,
so stay focused.

We ask all these things
through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

I have a unusual request
before I dismiss you today.

We have Special Agent Booth
and Ms. Montenegro

from the Jeffersonian with us,

and they need our help
identifying the victim found

in our cemetery. Now,

I know none of us want to get
involved in something so ugly,

but as Jesus said,
"Whatever you do

for the least
of these brothers of mine,

you do for me," so please,

if you recognize the sketch,

let them know.

How about you, Enzo?

Enzo never misses Mass.

Right, Enzo?

Sorry, Father,

I can't help you.

Um, excuse me.

Could you give him a beard?

Make him heavier?

Yeah,

I can manage that.

James was an altar boy here
when he was younger.

Um...

I, I think...

Does this look like
Father McCourt to anyone else?

Yeah, that could be him.

Someone killed a priest?

Thank you, James.

Father McCourt was
here before me.

I replaced him
three years ago.

I was told
he left the priesthood.

Well, I suppose it might
resemble Father McCourt.

So much for that
sharp memory.

Father McCourt wasn't
here for long.

And the eyes are wrong.

That's how you recognize
someone.

Father McCourt's eyes were
hollow, cold.

I take it
you two didn't get along.

I was his confessor.
You know I can't say anything.

Can you tell me anything?

Just... he was
very secretive.

He'd disappear
for hours at a time.

Some nights he wouldn't even
come back to the rectory.

One day he was gone.

Left a note saying
he was leaving the priesthood.

All right, thanks.

I've identified
some odd postmortem injuries

on the old bodies.

Snapped fingers,
fractured wrists,

abrasions on the
ligamenta flava.

And I found traces of gold
in some of the fractures.

I don't get it.

The person who ruptured
the water main that night

was a grave robber.

Dr. Brennan told me she saw
injuries like this in Tibet:

broken bones and
bone markings

from yanking jewelry and
valuables off the remains.

Yeah, which means McCourt
cotd have been struck

by a shovel, but also
he could have been struck

by one of the valuables
the grave robber found.

So our grave robber comes
to a nice, quiet graveyard,

next to a nice,
quiet church

whenever he's in need
of some extra cash.

Only to be surprised one night
by Father McCourt,

???

During the 19th century,
it was customary

Wu yduntiviudto photograph the
txese0two0puople:before burya?

???

Gertrude Watters,
died 1873,

and Horace Rutledge,
died 1901.

And their valuables
were missing?

Yes. Dr. Hodgins believes
the grave robber is working

in sections, focusing
on the oldest first

where the artifacts
would have the most value.

Who takes care

of the cemetery?

Uh, a landscaper? Janitor?

Father Donlan does
all the gardening.

It's, you know,
sort of his obsession.

Other than that, the
occasional parishioner

will rake leaves
or, uh, shovel snow.

You all right?

You know,
I can't quite shake this bug.

And I've got

a wrestling team to coach.

Um, do you mind?

You were in close proximity
with remains.

You were probably exposed
to a fungal infection.

What? Is... is that bad?

No.
Yeah.

It's nothing to worry about.

I'll have my office arrange
for treatment.

Thank you.

???

FBI is trying to track
the jewelry to
pawnshops and fences.

I'm checking online
auction sites.

This stuff could net
a fortune.

Enough to kill a priest?

Apparently.

Hey, have you noticed
anything going on between

Brennan and Booth?

This sounds good.

There is tension.

Ever since Brennan
let Sully sail off

into the sunset
without her.

No, I didn't notice.

Hmm.
But then again,
I didn't notice

that you didn't want
to live with me either.

Hodgins.

If you're getting
cold feet...

You're the only one
that would feel them.

Angela.

We'll discuss it at lunch.

The Egyptian place?

Mm-hmm.

Just got off the phone
with the CDC.

The fungal infection we were
exposed to from the graveyard

is rare enough
that they'd have records

of anyone
who was infected, but

I need your samples
for the strain.

You got it.
Yeah.

You know, I got no problem
with this place.

It's where, uh, Bones and
the squints get their answers.

See?

Thumbs in the belt.

That's a very
aggressive stance,

very male.

Crossed arms...
defensive.

Disdain.

But let's not worry about
what you do with your hands.

What you must do is recognize
your negative feelings

for what is, after all,
Dr. Brennan's domain

and verbalize them.

Verbalize them.
What, now?

This place is too, uh...
it's too shiny,

you know, too bright.

It's clean.

And clean is bad?

Death isn't clean,

especially murder, which is
our business, all right?

This place is completely fake.

It's bogus.

You'd like to destroy
the entire edifice.

Oh, I'd like to rip
the whole edifice down

with my bare hands,
or set it on fire

except, you know, there's
nothing in this place to burn.

All the plastic and the metal
and the flashing lights,

you know, and arithmetic.

I mean, where's a guy--

a normal guy
who believes

in intuition and the soul
and good and evil...

And God?
Yes, and God, too.
Where is a guy

who doesn't believe in all this
arithmetic supposed to stand?

So your problem with Dr.
Brennan is that you don't know

what will or will not catch
fire or where you stand.

What?
That's good.

You know, that's,
that's very good.

The CDC shows that you
contracted coccidioidomycosis

three years ago.

The only case
in the area.

Well, you know, I,
I, I used to do a lot

of odd jobs
around the parish.

I'd help Father
Donlan in the garden.

I'm sure that's how
I contracted it.

Nice try, Enzo,
but your name also came up

on the auction site
that was selling jewelry

from the graves.
Which you might have gotten
away with if you hadn't hit

the water main.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah, nice way to get him

to clam up,
thanks.

So why'd you kill
Father McCourt?

Did he catch you?
I didn't kill anybody.

Ah, there you go.
He's talking again.
What the hell is

wrong with you people?
You think that I'd
kill a priest?

Your record also shows
that you were assigned

to court-appointed
drug counseling.

Okay, look, I had
a drug problem

and, and I needed money.

I saw these pictures
in the rectory.

Jewelry just buried.

You know.

I figured no one
would miss it.

I didn't kill anybody, okay?

Father McCourt and me, we
never had that problem.

I wasn't his type--
too old.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

I'm pretty sure it's
an implication of pedophilia.

I know, Bones, okay...
But you just said...

Who, Enzo?

Who was his type?

Talk to James, okay?

The kid who I.D.'d him.

Is this really
Cleopatra's bed?

Mm, it's a perfect replica
for the new exhibit.

We're just making it a
little bit more authentic.

Your feet aren't
cold anymore.

Nice try.

Hey, I thought I
was successful,

but if you want me
to try harder...

We can't keep our hands
off each other.

I think about you
all the time.

Moving in is
the next logical step.

I have a lease.

I have an estate.

I'll buy out your lease.

Shh...

We only have 15
more minutes.

You said
that we would talk.

Yeah, well,
guess what?

Hmm?

I got distracted.

I can't believe
Father McCourt's dead.

I mean, I, I thought
he just took off.

You two were pretty close.

Yeah.

I w-- I was an altar boy.

Yeah, so was I.

I liked our priest,
too, but, um...

What?

You think what everyone
else does, don't you?

I don't know; what does
everybody else think?

Because we spent so much
time together, he was...

touching me and stuff.

Really?

Because, you know, if he did
and you got mad one day and...

And killed him?

You think I killed
Father McCourt?

He never touched
me, not once.

He was my best friend.

My dad bailed on us
when I was three.

Father McCourt came to
my ball games, he yelled

at me about my grades.

He was the only one
who actually cared.

It doesn't matter
what you think.

Father Donlan didn't
even believe me.

Father Donlan?

Yeah.

About a month before
Father McCourt disappeared,

Father Donlan
came to my house

and said he knew what Father
McCourt was doing to me.

He wouldn't listen.

He was screaming
that Father McCourt

was going to pay
for his sins.

I'm telling you,
it was scary.

That old priest was crazy.

???

???

I'm strict with all the priests
who are assigned to my parish.

How strict, Father?

I'm not a New Age priest
like Father Matt.

The Church should be
firm and act as an immovable

bulwark in the face of change.

Actually,
organized belief systems

which fail to adapt
to changing mores

are demoted
from religions

to acknowledged
metaphoric myth systems.

I mean, no one
worships Odin anymore

or Zeus.

Thanks, Bones, I can
take it from here.

You're kicking me out?
Yes.

All he can think about now
is giving you catechism.
I need him to answer

some questions.
Wyatt's psychology
isn't working.

Father, I

contacted the archdiocese
about St. Agatha's

and they said

quite a few priests
have come and gone

during your tenure.

Given who they send me,
I've done well.

Who do they send you?

Priests who need firm guidance,
for the most part.

In 1997, a complaint was sworn
against you for assault.

Is that your idea
of "firm guidance"?

It was not assault,
it was corporal punishment.

I found an altar boy
drinking sacramental wine

from the chalice.
And you caned him.

The charges were dropped.

I learned my lesson, and I have

never struck anyone since.

Father Donlan, in your opinion,

did Father McCourt pay too much
attention to James LeVay?

You should ask James.
I did.

James told us that
you suspected the worst.

He was frightened
at how angry you were.

I regret scaring him.

???

There are greenstick
fractures

on the victim's left ulna

as well as his fibula
and some ribs.

Probably defensive wounds
received in the struggle.

There's no evidence
of a struggle.

These seem to have
occurred postmortem,

when he was dragged--
probably for burial.

But even getting
dragged over rocks

shouldn't have caused
those fractures.

The matrix of the bone
was weakened.

The cause could be genetic.

Or it could be some chemical

or medicine that compromised
the tissue.

I'll need samples
to run some tox screens.

All right, see these

tiny metallic fragments embedded

in the victim's skull?
It's silver.

Then I'll assume he wasn't
struck by a shovel.

The silver was smelted
using the led reduction method.

The fluxes used indicate
it's from the early 1800s,

probably during
the Napoleonic Wars.

One of our old skeletons
was I.D.'d as a bishop.

Bishop Jursik,

died 1889.

His robes were
worth a fortune.

Let's find out if he was buried
with something silver.

A scepter or a shepherd's crook

or something else suitable
for skull cracking.

Booth kicked me out of here.

For you to say "kicked out"
means that you've acquiesced

to the idea that
this is his domain.

Domain, yes.

He's good at questioning people.

He can... he can tell
when they're lying.

Can you?

I've learned a lot

from him about people.

But...?

It's not that Booth
has a sixth sense.

There is demonstrably
no sixth sense to have.

Obviously, he reads

minutiae of body language...

pupil dilation...

Yes, you... you don't sound

very satisfied with your
own argument there.

Booth likes to say,

"There are more things
in heaven and earth, Bones,

than are dreamt of
in your science."

That's, um...
a bastardization

of a writer named
Shakespeare,

from a play called Hamlet.

Yes, yes. I-I was, um...

I was aware of that.

So if you're so
uncomfortable here, why come?

Because...

something goes on in here.

He does something.

And you want
to find out what it is.

Dissect it so that you can
do it yourself.

Yes.
So that

you can do it without Booth.

So that you won't
need him anymore.
No.

No?
No,

I just want to observe.

Surely if you want to
observe, you can do that

the other side of the
mirror there, instead of

insisting on being
in this room with him,

out of your element.

Observation isn't just seeing,
Dr. Wyatt.

It's experiencing.

Ideally, I'd prefer being

inside Booth's head...
you know, seeing

and feeling things
the way he does.

Then maybe I... I'd understand.

Be one with him?

In a scientific sense.

Booth needs me.

Hodgins has a line
on the murder weapon.

Ta-ta, then.

We're done here.

Thanks.

We need to know what artifacts

were buried with Bishop Jursik.

You see, there was no
photograph of his burial

in the paperwork
that we received.

Well, I'm not
allowed to pull

internment records
without

Father Donlan's
permission.

Where is she going?

Bones, Bones,
Bones, Bones.

You are approaching the altar.

Very sensitive area.

Okay.

All right, listen,
you must have known

Father McCourt pretty well.
Did him and Father Matt

similar tastes?

Look, the only
similarity I know of was

that they were
from the same seminary.

Same seminary?

Look, Agent Booth,

there's so much suspicion
and innuendo these days.

This is a good parish.

The Father makes sure of that.
What's that?

It's the chalice.
Oh, no, it's,

it's the vessel
in which the wine

is transformed
into the blood of Christ.

Don't touch it! No.
It is going to be touched,

Booth, it's silver and
these little eagles

are a common Napoleonic motif.

You're saying
that it's, uh...

possible that
this could be

a murder weapon?
Yeah.

Can we take this with us
or do we need to serve

a warrant on God?

It's a match.

The silver fragments in
Father McCourt's skull

came from that chalice.

That officially
looks the least

like a murder weapon than
any murder weapon I've seen.

The green bone

response indicated the injury

was inflicted perimortem.

That means he might've already

been dead when he was struck.

So we have no cause of death?
Yes, we do.

McCourt was poisoned.

An alkaloid called taxin.

Could it have been accidental?

Not at these concentrations.

Well, I'll go compile a list
of possible sources

of the poison at the church.

So what if they went
to the same seminary?

Well, then why didn't
Father Matt mention it, huh?

What else is he not saying?
This is intuition, right?

You're subconsciously
recalling pupil dilation

or some pheromones?

You know what?
We're not talking
the same language here.

No, no, no.

That's not a Butcher.
Come here, Tony.

Why'd you always pick me,
Father? Take Sam.

Let's go. Watch.

Now from here,
Tony can reach around

to my right arm.
He uses his left knee

against my left hip and...

Okay? Tony's in control.

I'm helpless. And he can score
some back points.

Good job, Tony.

Let me up.

That's the Butcher.

Learn it, love it.

Use it to smite your enemies

in the name of our loving Lord.

Pair up. Get it right.

Kid took me down for real.

That shot must not
be working, Doc.

So... what can I
do for you today?

Yeah, Father, I...
You and Father McCourt

were in seminary
at the same time.
Right.

But I told you, I never
met Father McCourt.

What, you guys
never got together,

compared wrestling moves?

I didn't know him there.

Did you know everyone
who went to your college?

You do know why
Father McCourt was sent here.

Yeah, I've heard the rumors.

That's all.

Do you base all your
investigations on rumors,

Agent Booth?

He has a point, Booth.

You know,
St. Agatha's has been

a dumping ground
for troubled priests

for some time, so it's
reasonable to suggest

that you're one of them.

I told you why I was sent here.

I got work to do.

I mean, Matt...

could have killed McCourt
and taken his post.

Why?
Because McCourt
was going to come

clean about being a pedophile.

Maybe accuse Matt, if
they knew each other.

Of course... there's
no evidence of that.

I have no intuition.

None. Zilch.
And you have no

analytical skills.
I mean, you're all about

emotion and feeling.
Well...

They say that means you
have a well developed
feminine side.

Who? Who says that?

Psychologists.
Oh...

What? You're the one
who believes in them.

Let's just stick to the case.

We know that Father Donlan
is this harsh, judgmental guy.

He keeps being sent these,
uh, problematic priests.

There's McCourt,
there's Father Matt...
No proof.

Yeah, but Bones, it happens.
All right? So, anyways...

Father Donlan,
he's getting old,

he can't deal, so he
takes action.
Old Testament action?

All right, there you go again.
You're attacking God.

I'm not attacking God.
He doesn't exist.
He's not scandals, okay?

Quarreling?

Yes, of course you are.

Uh, cup of coffee,

please, Vera darling.

I am here to put right

what has been rent asunder.

Great. You've figured
out our problem.

Yes.
From three meetings?

I knew what your problem
was right off the bat,

if you'll forgive
a cricket metaphor.

The meetings were for fun.

Booth never knows where to stand

when he's in the lab.
Feels like

teats on a bull
whenever he's there.

Ditto Dr. Brennan
in the interrogation room.

Simple geography,
sense of belonging,

et cetera.
But that's not the main problem.

He can't possibly know.

Yes, I do.

You're both afraid

that the reason Dr. Brennan

with her boyfriend Sully

might have been because of her
ties to Agent Booth.

You are both...

quite wrong.

Why didn't I go with Sully?

How's he supposed to know?

Sully is perfect.

We communicated well.
The sex was incredible.

He invited me

to sail around
the South Seas

in a beautiful yac for a year.

I mean, why would
anyone turn that down?

In my opinion, you are unable

to lead a purposeless life

at this stage in your

psycho-social development.
Which, by the way,

is a issue you should address,

because a certain amount
of purposelessness

is necessary to lead
a full life.
I hate psychology.

You don't like it because he's
saying that all these tension

between me and you
is your fault.

On the contrary.

If anything, your issues
are more pronounced

given that your
behavior has been

affected by what turns out
to be a quite irrational

fear of being responsible
for somebody else's destiny.

That makes sense.

Oh, now you like psychology?

I think you'll both

be able to work together
just fine

now that your minds
have been set at ease.

Thank you, Vera.

Ta-ta.

You, uh... feel anything?

Feel?

Yeah. You must...

feel something.

I do.

You know what I feel?

Father Matt has been
sick a long time.

He got treated for the fungus.

But he hasn't shown
any signs of recovery.

So?
I feel that's weird.

I mean, his symptoms
should've cleared up by now.

I feel that since Father
McCourt was poisoned...

We should have
Father Matt checked

for the same poison.

What?
We're back.

We're back.

Poisoned?

Yes, Father.

By something
called taxin.

Father McCourt
was poisoned?

Poison's easily derived from
boiling yew tree needles.

We have yew trees
at St. Agatha's.

Symptoms include
nausea, vomiting,

increased salivation,
stomach ache, diarrhea,

spasms and death.

Well, I have all those,
except for death.

So far.

We suspect the poison
weakened him,

made him unable
to defend himself.

Defend himself from whom?

Someone much weaker
than himself.

Say, an old man.

Yellow.

Yellow?
What does that mean?

The good news is we know how

to make you feel a lot better.

Bad news is someone's
trying to kill you.

So things are
all right?

According to the psychiatrist,
we were both concerned

that Booth was the reason
I didn't run off with Sully.

It wasn't?

No. It's because
I'm currently

unable to live a life
without tangible focus.

So, you know, sailing around
paradise with a man I adore...

You believe that?

Well, if I expect
people to defer to me

as an anthropologist,
I have to concede

to their fields
of expertise.

Right.

And our working relationship
has definitely improved, so...

Maybe I should
talk to this guy.

Why?

Hodgins asked me to move in
with him, but I'm not sure.

I mean, what's
the problem?

Hodgins is perfect.

I'm nuts about him.

I'll call the doctor.

I'm certain that I am innocent
of whatever it is

you think I did this time.

Can you identify

this clipping, sir?

Taxus baccata--

the European or common yew.

Then you're aware
that it's poisonous.

Did you bring me here
to test my botanical knowledge?

Both Father McCourt and Father
Matt suffered yew poisoning.

The hell you say.

Is he allowed to say that?

Dr. Brennan's people can prove

that the poison
from the yew tree

came from
your own yard.

Both Fathers McCourt and Sands?

It's why Father Matt
has been so sick.

Can you think of
anyone else who'd want

to poison these two priests,

aside from you?

No.

No one.

I'm going to need a lawyer.

A damn Jesuit
would be best.

Are you confessing, Father?

Yes. I did it.

What?

When this goes to trial,
Father...

you'reonna have
to place your hand

on the Holy Bible

and swear to God
to tell the truth.

You gonna be
able to do that?

What's going on?

Get me my lawyer.

See, I don't think
you will.

Why?

You didn't do it.

See, it's time
to render unto Caesar.

On one condition:

I take the confession.

I never set out
to kill Father McCourt.

You poisoned him.

I saw the way he looked
at James LeVay.

I tried to give him
just enough poison

to make him too sick
to want to...

But he fell
and hit his head.

He wasn't breathing.

I had to make
sure he was dead.

I couldn't bury him
without making sure.

And the heaviest thing
she could find was the chalice.

And Father Matt?

Wrestling.

Boys were all over him.

And I knew better
this time.

Less poison.

Father McCourt was
a mistake, Father. I...

Lorraine, there was no proof

that Father McCourt
touched anyone.

Only rumors.

And Father Matt...

You were so angry
at Father Matt.

I see the way you look at him.

Because he was sent here
to replace me.

What you saw was my own pride,

my own weakness.

Father Matt is a good man.

I was trying to help.

I was just trying to help.

Do you absolve me, Father?

We're not alone

with God, Lorraine.

This is not that kind
of confession.

Excuse us.

Dr. Wyatt.

We need you to
do it with her.

W-Would that I could,

but unfortunately,
my heart belongs to another.

No, it's actually
my... boyfriend

asked me to move in
with him,

and I need to know
if I should or not.

I told her to
talk with you.

Look, I absolutely refuse
to be relegated to the role

of some sort of advice columnist
or daytime television shrink.

Well, Brennan says

that you're the only
psychological type

who's ever made
any sense to her.

Yes, well, now, of course
you're flattering me,

so obviously I'm helpless.

All right,
so what made you think

you should move in with him
in the first place?

The closet test.

Over half of his closet
is filled with my things.

I see. And what about
your own closet?

It overfloweth
with his things, does it?

Uh, no.

It doth not.

Well, then I suggest
you wait until it does,

thus rendering you
manifest equals,

tabling until that day
the vexed question of

who should move in with whom.

He is good.

I told you.

As a stopgap, you should remove

enough clothing from his closet

so as to occupy less than
30 percent of the space.

You know, the accent makes

everything that you say
sound really smart.

"Stopgap."

No, you're not leaving,
are you, Dr. Brennan?

Booth and I have to put

our notes together
for the prosecutor.

So...

So you and Booth, um...

you making any further
assumptions about each other?

No.

No assumptions.

Thanks.

Good.

Well, look at that.

You fixed them, too.

All right, listen up,

Monty Python.

You got it right with
Hodgins and I, that's fine.

But we both know that you are
full of it on the other thing.

I have no idea
to what you refer.

Brennan didn't run off
with Sully

because she cannot
live a life without focus.

She stayed because of Booth.

Ah, now you're projecting,
Ms. Montenegro.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan
are not you and Dr. Hodgins.

I stand by
my diagnosis.

You stand by the FBI.

Your first priority
is to get agents

back into the field,

solving murders.

Your romanticism is endearing,
but as the Bard says,

"Lovers and madmen have such
seething brains,

"such shaping fantasies,

that apprehend more than cool
reason ever comprehends."

He also says, "Journeys end
in lovers meeting,

every wise man's
son doth know."

Hm. Excellent.

You betcha... Monty.

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